Long Bed Poems
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I’m alone and scared lying in my bed
with a cold wet sweat running down my head
In heart pounding fear I will soon be fed
To a big hairy creature of my dread
A green ugly monster with long sharp claws
Yellow spotted teeth and powerful jaws
a long pointed tail and twelve massive paws
Who takes away children that break Mom’s laws
Then Mom comes in with a tuck and a kiss
Switches on the night lamp and fears dismiss
I peek 'neath the bed and find to my bliss
No monster lurks around, nothing's amiss
Now I can go to sleep, all fears allayed
Towards dreamland, I soar, no more dismayed
But I know this giant will not be swayed
And come back if I ever disobeyed.
(10 syllables)
27th March 2023
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
As clouds begin to darken in the sky,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
A bird in the trees makes one final call—
I hear the wind let out a gentle sigh,
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
This storm is about to ravage them all—
The rain begins to drench me as I cry,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
Looking at the roses, I now recall
An innocent time forever gone by—
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall.
There once had been twenty rosebuds in all—
I wipe yet another tear from my eye,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
I once had dreams they’d grow so very tall,
But now, their pedals wither where they lie.
On this bed of roses my teardrops fall,
And vines have grown across the garden’s wall.
© 2013
Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.
Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats in the sunlight.
Words have to be tied together
or they sink alone in an empty fish bowl.
Japanese girls in designer Nike's
skip over words completely and we all hear.
Silk flowers in China teacups sail a deep blue ink.
The poets speak in tie-dyed riddles,
in dribbles between the loosely connected.
Atop a mountain, goats bray,
love-sick donkeys harken with their heavy hearts.
Legions of cock-hatted rhymers are born again
to confuse the world with their simplistic sounds.
Writing for all the long dead letters
is an art for baby fingers and painted opera singers.
Undertakers gather; their electronic ankle-beepers
sing within freshly dug sonnets and odes.
The deceased travel on, spinning a gray language,
they are silk moths weaving tinsel rainbows
that by chance
speak words still wet from closed lips.
Upon a bed of petals I rest my weary head.
A pillow made of fragrant flowers, soft and sweetly shed.
I came upon this lovely site on just the perfect day.
When I was filled with sorrow and life had turned to gray.
A chance to gaze up at the sky and rest for just a while.
This most delightful scent has given reason for a smile.
And as I watch the puffy clouds all slowly move in sync.
My worries seem to drift away as they appear to shrink.
I’ll lie upon this perfumed bed until the soft winds blow.
And carry these soft petals on its wings from down below.
Until that time I’ll linger in aromatic bliss.
Bestowed so very gently by nature’s gentle kiss.
He will leave me low
he will leave me not ...
oh, flower, do your petals know?
If I sleep with him, sparks won't keep; knowing my truth,
he'll cut me loose. Each day and night, I plot and plan to
avoid sleeping snuggled with my man. He has love's need
to cuddle bed deep but I know he'll either laugh or weep.
Flower, to him I'll confide I'm ever wishin' that a garage
door sealed my kitchen. Smiling, I'll say I sleep-eat;
wake with berries in my hair and bits of eclair. I'll tell
him lowering sheets may expose chip bits and also relief
there are no dips. I'll say I eat unaware and can't be
woken, but will he run after I've spoken?
Once I've told of sleep crumbs, I have to tell him I sleep
sucking my tongue. Putting another smile on my face, I'll
say my fingertips rub my pillowcase. I wasn't breast fed
so, I fell in this mold and my tongue noise is loud, I'm told.
The pillowcase must be my mother's skin and sucking my
way of drinking in.
Flower, will he cuddle in my bed, knowing I'll chew, suck
and rub near his head? I'll leave out that scratching the
end of my spine makes me go pee, every time.
He will leave me low,
he will leave me not,
he will leave .... running with all he's got.
Whose baby is that? I think we know.
Her creators are quite aglow.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
we watch her laugh as she cries hello.
Mom gives her a shake,
Baby laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's that break,
Are of distant birds who wake.
The baby is Luciana, LULU I take,
One day she will have many
promises to keep and a bed to make
After baby formula and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her very cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of nothing in her head,
One day, she will swap formula for hearty
bread and get ready for the many days ahead.
Thanksgiving Day is once again,
This time bringing a new friend.
Well, LULU this comes to tell you
That you’re lucky as can be
To become the newest member of so loving a family.
I wrap my pillow tightly
around my shivering head
To drown out the hiss and shuffle
neath my rickety old bed
Whispers coming from the dark shadows
Speak my gloom and Impending doom
And the creaking floor echos wildly
throughout this cold dark room
My breath mists like a ghostly apparition
Ready to claim my battered soul
And my hearts beating like a kettle
boiling out of control.
My bodys now quaking like an earthquake
as all fears put a stranglehold on me.
My brain says to run far away
but im locked up in a deep deep freeze.
The sun blasts morning beams
through my dusty window shades
The monster scurries far away
Until the dark returns then he comes back to play.
August 28/ 2016
Upon A Bed of Petals
The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
The light shines upon the area of which they lay
With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
With motion that reveal emotions with great steam
Upon A Bed Of Petals
Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
With occasional choices of passion and strife
Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
With another part of each season we stand true
Upon A Bed Of Petals
The scent of life passes through and makes new
With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
With two people passion with love rules true and above
Your beauty is like the azure skies,
The moon in the sapphire night,
The whisper of dawn in the thoughts,
The wondrous stars, glimmering hope
Inspiring my spirit, my very being…
To hear the restful way you approach
This peaceful dream, sweet tranquility
Your comforting touch, like intimacy’s
Brush – washing away all the fear,
Reminding me that joy is so near –
Inside my mind, you inspire the light
To sing through the spirit, erasing
All the darkness, purifying the promise
Calm that is like a presence, peaceful
Resting in the gesture of your breathless
Stroke of quiet familiarity – tenderly
Your embrace feels like the gentle of home,
Arising in your blankets, kissing my heart
Through your pillows and protecting me from
Doubting your amazing ability to reassure,
Inviting me to feel the relief of your coziness,
This contentment is what makes me sleep –
Like a baby, cuddled in the warmth of sheets
Meant to silence my worries and ease every burden
With the solace of knowing you, the cradle – the
Comfort – the bed of my dreams, my welcome…
To the dreamy place where I find gentle soothing,
Forever gentling away the pain, hushing the rain
Breathing joy through my veins – in slumber, I always
Remember your name, Bed, as I fade into oblivion!
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Written on February 25, 2023
Bed how I love thee
Let me count the ways ….
Always ready when I am sleepy
And in need to rest my weary bones
You keep me warm and cosy
Are the best company when l feel alone
You comfort me when I am unwell
Help me to mend and heal
Are there when I need to escape the world,
When life's worries and woes I feel
When nature is raging outside
You make me feel safe and secure
With my head under the covers
You protect and reassure
I share you with the one who holds my heart
You have watched my child grow
Many tears and much laughter you have heard
Private thoughts and discussions you know
You are a great keeper of my secrets
You know the real me
Supportive, available and inviting
Bed how I love thee ……